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𓈒 ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN THEY CATCH YOU STARING AT THEIR LIPS ˒

── ୨୧ enha x f!reader 𝗀enre. fluff, imagines, ot7 works 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 counts . . . 1644 𝔀arning not proofread, kisses, petnames, suggestive┊DANi NOTEZ ‎⸝⸝⸝ bye this prompt got me blushing + i wrote a little too much than i expected.. ◞[ continue on to . . . library , request ]

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

heeseung notices your gaze lingering on his lips, and a smirk forms as he catches on. his eyes darken with playful intent as he leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear.

"i know you want to kiss it," he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing whisper. your heart skips a beat, and a flush spreads across your cheeks as his words sink in.

"and I'll let you..." he continues, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. he watches your reaction, clearly enjoying how flustered you've become.

slowly, he closes the distance between you two. his hand reaches up to gently cup your chin, tilting your head slightly as he leans in. his lips hover just inches from yours, the anticipation making your skin tingle.

then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he finally bridges the gap, his lips crashing into yours. his hand slipping to the back of your neck to pull you even closer. his other hand rests on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he deepens the kiss.

heeseung's lips move against yours as if it was a normal routine, leaving you breathless and wanting more. as he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, he whispers, "see? i knew you'd like it."

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JAY (박종성)

jay notices your eyes locked onto his lips and a knowing smirk forms on his face. he leans in closer, nearly inches apart.

"damn, you want me so bad, right, princess?" he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. his thumb brushes against your lips.

he lets his gaze drop to your lips, "maybe one kiss wouldn’t be so bad," he jokes.

without breaking eye contact, he closes the distance, his thumb still tracing your lips. his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. his lips finally meet yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle.

his other hand grips your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he deepens the kiss.

jay pulls back slightly, his breath hot against your skin as he looks into your eyes with a smirk. "told you it wouldn't be so bad," he whispers, his thumb still caressing your lower lip. he leans back in, capturing your lips again, this time with even more intensity, making it clear he’s not done with you yet.

JAKE (심재윤)

jake catches your lingering gaze on his lips and a slow, teasing smile spreads across his face. he moves closer, his eyes darkening with intent.

"you like my lips, hm?" he teases, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I know you love kissing them."

the playful edge in his tone makes your heart race. his hand reaches out, gently cupping your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips with a touch that sends shivers down your spine.

"you know i'm so bad down for you," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours.

slowly, he leans in, his breath mingling with yours. his lips hover just a breath away, teasing you with the anticipation. then, with a smirk, he closes the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that is anything but gentle. his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer on his lap. his other hand finds its way to your waist, gripping you firmly as he presses your body against his.

jake's tongue slips past your lips, exploring your mouth leaving you breathless. as he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and hot against your skin, he whispers with a smirk, "so perfect, angel"

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

sunghoon catches your eyes lingering on his lips and a playful glint appears in his gaze. he leans in slightly, a teasing smirk forming on his face as he decides to have a bit of fun.

"what'll you do if I let you kiss me? $100?" he jokes, his voice light and filled with amusement.

you pout adorably, a hint of frustration mixing with your desire. "$100 for just one kiss?" you respond, your tone almost a whine.

he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the moment. "i'm joking, princess. a kiss from you should be free because I love kissing you so much and that might cost a little too much."

with that, he closes the distance between you two, his expression softening. he gently cups your face, his thumb brushing tenderly against your cheek. his lips meet yours in a kiss that is sweet and gentle.

sunghoon takes his time, savoring the feeling of your lips against his. his hand remains on your face, holding you close as he deepens the kiss just a bit.

when he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. "See? No money needed," he whispers softly. 

SUNOO (김선우)

sunoo notices your gaze fixed on his lips, and he tilts his head curiously, his expression innocent and slightly puzzled.

"why are you staring at my lips?" he asks, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity. "is it because I tried on the new lip balm?" his eyes widen a bit as he wonders aloud, looking genuinely perplexed.

you can't help but laugh at his adorable reaction. with a fond smile, you lean in and start peppering his cheek with soft, sweet kisses.

each kiss lands gently on his cheek, and sunoo's confusion only deepens. he blushes slightly, his cheeks turning a rosy hue as he tries to make sense of your actions.

"um, what are you doing?" he asks softly, still not quite understanding why you're showering him with kisses.

you chuckle softly, enjoying his innocent confusion. "because you're just too cute," you reply affectionately, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.

Sunoo's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but a shy smile tugs at his lips. he leans into your touch, his eyes meeting yours.

"maybe I like the new lip balm too," he says playfully, finally catching onto your earlier teasing.

JUNGWON (양정원)

jungwon notices your intense gaze on his lips, and a sly smile plays on his lips as he catches on to your desire. he tries to maintain a cool look.

"you're staring pretty hard there," he remarks teasingly, his voice low and filled with a hint of challenge.

you meet his gaze with a smirk of your own, not backing down. "can you blame me?" you retort.

jungwon chuckles softly, the tension thickening between you two. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, "you're making it hard to resist."

his words send a thrill through you, and before you can respond, he closes the gap between you. his hands gripping your waist firmly as he pulls you closer. jungwon's tongue darts out to tease your lips, seeking entrance and deepening the kiss

he presses you against the nearest surface. as he pulls back slightly, his lips swollen and eyes darkened with desire, he breathes heavily against your skin. "couldn't hold back anymore," he admits huskily, his thumb tracing your jawline.

RIKI (西村力)

riki's playful demeanor shifts into a heated gaze as he catches your eyes lingering on his lips. he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and a low, throaty chuckle escapes him.

"princess," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive, "you know I'm not that busy right now..." His words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation and a hint of neediness.

you exactly know what he wants too. with a smirk, you close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss. riki responds immediately, his arms wrapping around you possessively as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss .

as you both come up for air, panting and flushed with desire, Riki gazes at you with a wicked grin, "damn, princess," he breathes huskily, his voice thick with desire, "you're driving me wild."

you meet his gaze with a playful smirk, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. "you started it," you tease.

riki chuckles lowly, "and I'm not done," he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.

[alwaysmicado]

I bet Joel would pay for me to get dressed up in a very nice dress and very pretty perfect make up, take me out Monday and show me off, then take me home rip that dress to shreds and make my make up run

That’s it that’s the post

pretty eyes

Joel Miller x f!reader | 18+ MDNI | pwp drabble

Warnings: rough oral sex, ass eating, praise

@romanarose Thank you for this delicious prompt, friend! I hope you enjoy the moodboard and my pervy little drabble ♡

You stumble through the front door, your hands intertwined with Joel’s. The moment you’re inside, the door barely clicks shut before he’s on you, his mouth devouring yours. His lips are hot and insistent, and you can feel his need matching yours. Your hands roam over his broad shoulders, and you tug him closer, the heat between you scorching.

His hands are everywhere, tugging at your dress, his fingers deft and impatient. He reaches for the zipper at the back, but it catches. 

“Shit, why is it…”

With a growl of frustration, he grips it tightly and, with a swift, forceful motion, he rips the zipper apart. The sound of tearing fabric mingles with your gasp as the dress falls in a pool at your feet, leaving your naked body exposed to his hungry gaze.

His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving trails of fire on your skin. His hands squeeze your breasts, rough and urgent, and you arch into him, craving more.

“But did you have to rip it?” you purr with a smirk on your face, eyes closed, hands holding onto him for dear life.

Joel chuckles against your neck, his facial hair tickling you, his warm lips on your sensitive skin driving you crazy.

“As a matter of fact,” he murmurs, “yes I did.”

He gropes you greedily, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you closer against him. You let out a soft moan, your own hands moving with equal urgency.

You reach between your bodies, finding the bulge in his jeans. You grab his cock over the fabric, squeezing and stroking, feeling him grow harder under your touch. The sensation makes him groan, his hips bucking eagerly into your hand.

“On your knees, baby,” he orders, his eyes filled with raw need.

You drop to the floor without hesitation, your fingers fumbling to undo his belt. You’re desperate to taste him, to feel him in your mouth.

As soon as his cock springs free, hard and ready, the tip wet with precum, you take him eagerly, swirling your tongue around the tip before wrapping your lips around his thick shaft, taking him as far as you can.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel groans, his head falling back, his hands gently stroking your head. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

You start sucking him with unrestrained enthusiasm, moaning around him, your hips bucking in a desperate attempt to find relief in the air between you two.

His hand rests gently on the back of your head, guiding you softly at first, but soon his grip tightens, and he pushes you further down his length. Your eyes water instantly as you gag on his cock, tears blending with your smeared makeup. Drool cascades down your chin as he starts moving his hips, thrusting into your eager mouth.

It’s messy, primal, electrifying.

You’re so turned on that you feel your arousal seep out of your pussy with each thrust, your body quivering with need. If Joel so much as brushed your clit, you know you’d explode into ecstasy.

“Look at me with those pretty eyes when you suck my dick,” you hear his sultry voice above you, and you obey immediately, peering up at him with watery eyes. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with love and approval. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Joel’s groans and praise send a thrill through you, spurring you to suck harder, your cheeks hollowing with effort. He thrusts into your mouth, the movement rough and demanding, and you love every second of it. You take him, take all of him, take everything he’s willing to give you—until you feel like you’re not getting enough air.

You try to pull back for a breath, but Joel holds your head firmly in place, preventing you from moving even an inch away. You choke around him, spit and tears mingling with precum as your throat constricts, but the panic coursing through your veins only heightens your arousal.

Instinctively, you try to shove at his legs, but he’s quicker than you, pulling your head all the way towards him, so your nose is buried in his pubes, holding your head steady.

“Nuh-uh, baby, you don’t get to decide when I’m done,” he chuckles while you’re desperately trying to breathe through your nose. But judging by the pitiful choking noises coming from you, it’s not working. 

After what feels like an eternity, Joel pulls you off his cock, and a thick string of saliva connects your lips to his throbbing shaft. He bends down, rubbing your wet cheeks with his thumbs, spreading your saliva and smeared makeup. The sight of you, messy and eager, might just be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

You beam at him, chest heaving, eyes wide, and he smiles back at you with love in his eyes before shoving three fingers past your lips, pushing them deep enough to make you gag. Your eyes water again, and he watches you with a dark, hungry gaze.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls, pulling his fingers out only to kiss you hard, his tongue swirling around yours. He tastes himself on you, the heady mix of saliva, tears, and precum making him dizzy with desire.

Without breaking the kiss, Joel lifts you to your feet and guides you to your bed. His hands are all over you, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and groping your ass.

“Lie down on your back,” you whisper in his ear, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Joel looks intrigued but complies, stretching out on the bed. You straddle his legs, leaning down to kiss his chest, trailing your lips down his belly. His breath hitches, and you feel a surge of excitement. He smells so good.

Your kisses move lower, your tongue tracing a path along his skin until you reach his hips. You part his legs gently, your tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin around his balls. You take your time, your tongue exploring every inch, your hands kneading the firm muscles of his thighs. Joel’s moans grow louder, more desperate, as you continue your ministrations.

“Mmm, that feels amazing,” he murmurs, stroking the back of your head.

Your mouth returns to his cock, sucking and licking, while your hands play with his balls, rolling them gently. Joel moans, his eyes fixed on you, his body taut with pleasure.

“There we go, that’s my good girl,” he breathes.

You hum around him, the vibration making him gasp. Slowly, you trail your mouth lower, kissing down his shaft, over his balls, and then lower still. He lifts his legs, giving you better access, and you take advantage, your tongue circling his tight entrance. His reaction is immediate, a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan.

You continue to lick his asshole, alternating between fluttering licks with the tip of your tongue and lapping at his hole with broad strokes. Each lick makes him shudder, his body responding with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. You can feel the heat of him against your lips, and the taste of his skin is intoxicating.

You push your tongue inside, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way slightly. Joel’s moans grow louder, his breath hitching with every movement of your tongue. Your hand wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with your movements.

The sensation of your tongue and hand working together drives him wild, his hips bucking slightly, pushing himself closer to you.

Joel’s praises are a constant stream, telling you how good you feel, how much he loves what you’re doing to him, how much he loves you. His voice is strained, filled with need and appreciation, and it spurs you on.

You can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in your hand, his muscles tightening. His moans grow louder, more desperate, and you know he’s dangerously close to losing control.

You redouble your efforts, your tongue alternating between broad strokes and swirling around his entrance, and your hand pumping his cock with increasing speed. Joel’s reactions are raw and intense, his whole body straining towards release.

The sounds he makes are music to your ears, a symphony of pleasure that makes you ache for him even more.

“Oh shit,” he pants, head thrown back, toes curling. “You need to stop or I’m gonna come.”

Immediately, you halt all movement and look up at the man you love, smiling. His eyes find yours, and he gently caresses your cheek as he takes a few moments to catch his breath. His breathing slows, and you can feel the tension in his body easing slightly.

“You’re incredible, baby,” he murmurs with a grin. “Now, c’mere and sit on my face. I wanna see how much you love eating my ass.”

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Joel masterlist

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sid/anyone you want - #89 “Your thighs are shaking so much.” i loved your sensitive sidgeno fic 🩷

smut prompts here :)

"Hold on, baby," Sid croons, pressing a kiss to the inside of Zhenya's knee. "Keep yourself open for me."

Zhenya screws his eyes shut as he spreads his legs wider, pulling back on his legs to open himself up even more to Sid's gaze.

His fingers are digging into the backs of his thighs so hard he wonders if he'll bruise. He doesn't bruise easily, not from hockey and not from sex, something that Sid has always seemed to take personally, littering Zhenya's body with fingerprints and teeth marks, pressing down as they fade away to make Zhenya flinch and squirm into his touch.

His thighs are sensitive, though, thin-skinned and hairless, and Zhenya thinks about what it would look like, if he came into the locker room with finger-bruises marching up and down the back of his legs. Would anyone figure out what he's been sneaking around doing?

He feels his dick drool out a smear of precome as he thinks about it, and Sid chuckles, low and throaty. "You like putting yourself on display for me like this?"

A hot flush crawls up Zhenya's neck. He can't open his eyes, doesn't want to see the way Sid is looking at him, greedy and possessive with it, like Zhenya is a particularly prized piece of art Sid keeps in his bedroom.

Sid's fingers are light and teasing on Zhenya's balls, over his shaft, flicking at the head of his dick and making it leak into his bellybutton even more. "Nice," Sid says appreciatively, and before Zhenya can open his mouth to complain, to try to put some words together to coax Sid into doing something, the mattress creaks as Sid shifts down and puts his mouth to Zhenya's hole.

"Oh ffffffuck," Zhenya moans, squeezing his thighs so hard his fingers cramp in an effort to keep from dropping his legs and wrapping them around Sid's head. Sid hums, licking at Zhenya's rim, messy and loud in the quiet room, and Zhenya's cheeks burn at the sound. The soundproofing in this hotel is shit; whenever they stay here, Zhenya's heard guys hooking up every time he's walked down to the ice machine, and he imagines someone pausing outside his room, maybe putting an ear to the door and hearing Zhenya moan and pant and curse as Sid eats him out like he's a girl, some puckbunny he picked up at the bar and took home to use for a night.

Zhenya cracks an eye open and looks down, past his heaving chest to where Sid's buried between his legs. He's moved up to lick messily at Zhenya's crotch, tonguing and nipping at his balls and making Zhenya quiver. All Zhenya can see is Sid's dark hair, curling at the sides where he's sweating lightly.

Sid looks up and meets Zhenya's eyes, winking at him as he sucks at Zhenya's taint, and Zhenya groans, dropping his head back against the pillow and staring at the ceiling.

"Mmm," Sid says, lips buzzing against Zhenya's sensitive skin. "Yeah, I love when you're loud, baby." He moves back down and licks sloppily over Zhenya's hole, wet enough that Zhenya feels like he's dripping for it, then works a finger in, not quite slowly enough to make up for the lack of lube.

"Sid!" Zhenya gasps, shocked at the intrusion, but Sid's tongue is soothing and his mouth is soft, and he finds Zhenya's prostate like he's magnetized to it, pressing down and rubbing as his tongue slips in just the littlest bit.

Sid's fingers are thick and callused, rough in all the right spots, and it doesn't take long for Zhenya's legs to tingle, for heat to pool at the base of his spine. His thighs clench; all he wants to do is reach down and grab his dick, stroke himself off while watching Sid eat him out, but Sid told him to stay spread, so he grits his teeth and arches his back, pretending like he's humping something more than air.

Sid's breath is coming in hot puffs against his skin; he's turned on too, Zhenya can tell by the little sounds he's making, the way he's shifting on the bed like he's grinding his hips down against the mattress. He's come in his boxers like this before, so turned on that he can't help himself, and as much as Zhenya pouts and complains about not getting to suck Sid off, it's incredibly hot.

"Baby, your legs are shaking," Sid rasps, pulling back far enough to speak. He sneaks a hand up and takes Zhenya's dick in his other hand, the one inside twisting and pressing even harder against Zhenya's prostate. "You're close, huh. Don't worry, I'll get you there."

"Please," Zhenya begs, far past shame, far past caring how loud he is. Sid spits on his dick and starts stroking him, hard and fast, and bends back down to suck hard at Zhenya's rim, and the double assault is too much, Zhenya comes with a cry, thrashing his head back and forth as he rides it out.

"Oh god," he finally groans, unclenching his hands and letting his legs fall to the bed, bending his knees out to accommodate Sid. "Fuck, Sid, so good, your mouth."

"You're so hot," Sid pants, kneeing his way up until he's straddling Zhenya's chest. "God, I'm gonna come so fast. Open up, baby, I've got a fat load for you."

Obediently, Zhenya opens his mouth, lets Sid rest the tip of his dick on his tongue as he strokes himself off. Sid's face is red and his mouth is wet, and Zhenya wants him to come all over Zhenya's face, to rub it in and not let him wash it off. Zhenya wants to bury his face into Sid's armpit, into the crease of his thighs where he smells like sweat and musk and a little like hockey gear and never leave.

"Unh," Sid grunts, hunching his shoulders as he comes into Zhenya's mouth. Zhenya swallows, licking his lips to make sure he got everything, and Sid groans, flopping onto the bed next to him. "Nice," he says sleepily, holding his hand up.

Zhenya rolls his eyes but returns the fist-bump, turning onto his side so he can look over Sid's body, his strong back and fat ass and huge thighs, skin milk-white from lack of sun exposure.

"Hey," Sid says, turning his head and peeking one eye at Zhenya. "Whose room is next to yours?"

Zhenya shrugs. "Don't know," he says, getting a handful of Sid's ass and squeezing. "Maybe Karl?"

"Shit," Sid mutters. "He gave us so much shit last time he was next to you. Let's use my room next time."

Zhenya snorts. "He lies. He not hear anything, too busy having phone sex with Mel. He's use those big headphones, like, can't hear nothing except his phone."

"Wait, he has phone sex?" Sid says. "Have you heard? Is it any good?"

"No, it's like, worst, so cheesy," Zhenya groans theatrically, smiling as Sid laughs, launching into a re-enactment of the last time he'd been forced to listen.

Maybe he exaggerates a little. But he likes listening to Sid laugh like that.

[doe-eyed-and-desperate]

Love when a good song gives me some ideas

Song reference:

Tongues & teeth by The Crane Wives

Thinking about being fwb with wearwolf outcast of a small town. They’re an outcast for a good reason they’re violent and aggressive the town has half the sense to put them down for some of there outbursts. But you don’t see that you see someone you could fix (classic savior complex) and you want to fix them because you love them (not like you would tell them though). With all their bad habits every time you come over to try and help them a bit, always after a rough few rounds of sex. You think you’re being discreet but they can see right through you..

Eventually they get sick of you trying to help them and confront you, telling you out front that this would never work. They’re far to cruel for you, far to cold, far to violent especially for a little human like you to handle. Grabbing your chin and tilting t up to them as they run their thumb over the cut on your lip from their teeth.

They talk of how they would ruin you, they know that you mean well but they’re not someone who deserve your good intent. They let let go and head to leave now that you’re crying they feel as though they’ve made there point but here you are still tugging on there sleeve talking on how you don’t care. How pitiful they think as you beg and beg for them to stay that you’re fine with all their flaws and just want to at least try making things work..

They keep listening stone faced as you cry and plead with them till they finally snap. Fine you want their love they’ll give it to you. They manhandled you to the ground not bothering to listen to your Inesscents tears why should they this is what you were pleading for. And they’re fully intend to keep to their promise and ruin you.

Looking at the aftermath of your body they smile in an almost sadistic way. They get dressed leaning down to press a small kiss to your lips there teeth cutting into your lips again. As the whisper “if your fine with that you can be mine” they lean back watching as sleep takes you before they get up and leave.

Yah just a thought Ykwim

Always just a thought

Maybe to much of a thought

Anywhoooi

-🎀

I completely forgot about that song, the crane wives are a great band. Also, babes, you need to start writing, this was a very fun prompt. I literally stopped what I was doing and immediately started writing for it

Also, should I name them? if so, I want ideas

WC: 1.1k

TW: Dubcon? violence, toxic/abusive relationship, Ddne

You had always been intrigued by them, hearing stories and rumors of a violent brutal werewolf with not a care for anyone or anything. Whenever they return to the public for any reason the aura of dominance and cruelty radiates off of them. No one needs to be told to stay out of their way, their body just forces them, innately knowing this is a dangerous dangerous person.

But you must be lacking that basic instinct.

That or you're really fucking stupid. The towns people have yet to decide, as you, someone who can't fight for a shit, not that it'd matter, walk up to them and try to begin a conversation. The hair on everyone's neck stands, a sickening dropping feeling in all their stomachs, as though they were the one talking, knowing what is to come next.

To everyone's surprise, the monster doesn't immediately lash out at you. Bare those jagged teeth or stain your body with their marks, but just stops and stares down at you, their hulking non-human body towering over your own. Perhaps the hesitation is only of confusion, or maybe they've managed to retain a bit of the humanity they once gripped desperately onto.

Who knows.

The people around you quickly pull you away as the werewolf starts to change their mind, snarling at you. You got lucky, don't test it again. But whatever thoughts you had before of them still having the capacity to love have fully been unearthed, now at the forefront of your mind at all times. You saw the hesitation and decided it meant everything.

They decided you were really fucking stupid.

They will only hurt you. They'd enjoy every second of it too. They're nothing but sharp teeth and claws. But you don't listen, trying to prove to everyone that the wolf's not as bad as they seem.

So, you track them down, it isn't too hard, they don't live very far from town, and bring them something you've baked. They're already on edge, not expecting someone to just show up and at their home, and seeing you pisses them off. But they show restraint and only slam the door in your face, telling you to fuck off. You just leave the pastries on their doorstep, a little hurt, but not shaken, deciding to keep this up.

The second visit they didn't even open the door. But the third was worse. They were angry with your actions, just leave them alone, they don't need your fucking pity. They push you, sending you tumbling back, a claw mark ruining your pretty skin. A few tears well in your eyes from the rejection and pain, but you quickly blink them away and stand back up, trying to talk to them. They just growl and throw the food to the ground next to you.

The towns people are begging for you to stop, they hurt you. They are nothing but the monster they've succumbed to. Why do you want to go back? You don't listen, refusing to give up.

This time you take a different approach, instead of bringing something you made, you bring yourself. Offering your body up for their use.

They actually take you up on this offer, kicking you out the second they were done. Leaving you limping and littered in their marks, not caring to be gentle with you. You asked for this, you knew what you were getting into and you just kept coming back for more. Trying to stay after you're both finished, talking gently to them of domestic peaceful things.

But they see right through you. They know there is no true altruistic motivation for your actions. This is not for the genuine betterment of the wolf.

No, you never actually cared about that, you're only doing this becuase you want to be seen as better. You just want to feel like a good person with your "good intent." You have a savior complex. You don't actually care about them at all, it's never been about them. It was always about You.

Watching your bloodied lip move while you talk, one they bit into to make it that way, talking about far too sweet things, they snap.

"Stop! Fucking stop! I am so sick of this, I'm not some little project for you to fix, goddamit! I cannot be gentle. Why don't you understand? There is no fixing me. You burn with feelings I can't return."

"You had to know this wasn't going to last."

They turn to leave, going to go hunt as a means to get the anger coursing through their veins an escape. Their words slam you like a brick wall, you look around frantically, body starting to shake, you run towards them. Sobbing and gripping onto their arm, begging for them to stay.

You need them.

Can't they see that?

Its pathetic, but its the only thing you can do. Broken hoarse words spilling from your lips. You don't even know what you're saying anymore, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they're still here.

They just stare at you with those same dead eyes as they did all that time back. Not an ounce of care in them. They snarl and push you off, but you come back the second you stand. They clench their jaw and refuse to look at you, ignoring your pitifully desperate pleas.

Every time they look at you they can only see the worst parts of themself, the parts that have nearly engulfed them whole. All the claw marks, bruises, cuts, bites, staining your innocent weak body.

This is what they do to those they love.

They will only hurt you.

Can't you see that?

They can't be trusted, they do nothing but harm. They can never change, they wouldn't even if they could. This is who they are. Nothing more, nothing less. Abandon any dream you had about the person they could have been.

They warn you that they will ruin you too, corrupt you. But you don't care, you say they're all you want, no matter what.

Finally, they accept your words, deciding to give you what you're asking for. Pushing you to the ground, tearing your clothes to shreds, stabbing their teeth into your skin, ravaging your body completely. Cry all you want, this is what you were begging for.

What? Can't take it now that you've gotten what you want?

Should've thought about that before pleading for it. You don't have a choice now. You wanted their love? Now you have it.

Using your body till they're fully satisfied, not caring for you at all. Ruining your body with each hit, ruining your body with the pleasure they give, even if not meaning too. They finish, and just like the first time, get up and leave. Your bruised and bleeding body lies there on the cusp of unconsciousness and they sink their teeth into the same cut on your lip, leaning over you, growling, "You're mine, now.

"This is the price of my love."

[blowedtvhead]

"𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟"

Arlecchino x fem!reader

Warnings: dom!arlecchino, sub!fem!reader, fotainian!detective!reader, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, pet names (little slut), orgasm, finger sucking, nipple play, reader calls arlecchino "my lord," and implied cunnilingus

Word Count: 0.5k

a/n: So sorry this one is so short!! I didn't really come up with any good ideas for this so that's my bad!!

“What if your superiors find out about your whoring yourself out like this?” Arlecchino whispers beside your neck while her fingers curl inside you. You are unable to stifle the moan that erupts from your throat. “If Miss Furina or the Iudex find out their lead detective is here with a Harbinger, I cannot imagine how they would feel.” Her fingers thrust harder inside you, reaching deeper into your pussy.

“They, ah! They don’t have to know,” you barely get out. Arlecchino chuckles before biting your neck.

“Well, then you must be quiet,” Arlecchino teases. Her fingers move at a faster pace, and her other arm holds you in place against the door. You cover your mouth since the Iudex and Hydro Archon are on the other side of the door. You shut your eyes as her fingers quickly thrust in and out of you. “From your reactions, I can tell you are going to cum soon, aren’t you?” You look into her red-crossed eyes. You clutch onto her shoulder and feel her thumb begin to rub your clit while her fingers are still buried inside you.

“Mmm, it’s too m-much for m-me,” you stutter. She does not still her movements and instead waits for you to cum on her fingers. You can’t hold back and begin moving your hips along with her fingers, trying to reach your high.

“Now cum, my little slut,” she commands. You bite your hand that’s covering your mouth while you squirt out your juices onto her fingers. Arlecchino calms her fingers and pulls them out of your pussy to admire the dripping wetness on them. “You came so hard, huh?” You breathe heavily before nodding in response to her question.

She prompts you to reveal and open your mouth as she puts her digits into your mouth.

“Got to make sure they are clean before my negotiations,” she tells you. You nod once again obediently as you suck on her fingers, tasting your cum. The wet, sloppy noises erupting from you make you feel even more aroused. Her fingers go deeper into your throat, causing you to gag on them. Your half-lidded eyes stare back at her. Her arm reaches closer around you, and she can begin massaging your breast and playing with your nipple. You moan at the feeling of her other hand playing with your breast. She finally takes her fingers out of your mouth, and your drool hangs before dropping them to your chin.

“My lord,” you say, waiting to see what else she has planned for you. She uses her fingers to play with your nipples a bit more, wanting to hear your moans just a bit more.

“Unfortunately, we cannot do everything I wanted to do,” she tells you.

“We can’t?” you ask, desperate for more.

“We have negotiations to get to,” she reminds you. You remember that you both are needed for the negotiations, of course. “However, you and I shall continue when they are over.”

“Yes, my lord,” you agree. “Can I at least ask what you plan on?” She chuckles darkly.

“You are going to use that little tongue of yours,” she tells you. “If you do not satisfy me, I will have to punish you, won’t I?” You look at her with some surprise.

“Yes, of course, my lord,” you say.

© blowedtvhead 2024, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, use for ai, copy, translate, or repost my content on any platform. comments, reblogs, and likes are loved

[hoshigray]

Can i request toji doing this to reader 👉👈

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YEEEEEESSSS!!! I mean–ahem–yes, you may request this delicious prompt ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (presses and swiping) - Daddy kink - missionary position - praises - unprotected sex (no release on Toji's part, tho) - pet names (baby, mama, sweet thing, sweetie) - voice kink - Toji being a teaseing bastard, lawl - implied prior masturbation.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Haaah…Toji—Mmmm!“

“Shhh, I’m right here, sweetie…Did’ya sleep well?”

It’s not unusual for you to be asleep when Toji returns home from work, especially when he’s been away for more than three nights. 

But, fuck, when he returns home, all he can think about is having your soft frame in his starved grasp.

You lay so peacefully on his bed, your man watching the rise and fall of your figure and listening to your snore while he quietly enters the room. Once he drops his stuff down, he’ll crawl up to be atop you, emerald eyes scanning every feature of your beautiful face he wants to kiss so badly. 

And the truth is that you’re just as touch starved as he is, left here to await his return while he’s doing God-knows-what (you’re unaware of his assassin gig) and worrying about his absence. But when you awake to the smooth sensation of your lips being pressed on, you don’t scream or holler; far from that. Instead, you kiss back and open your sleepy eyes to see the grown man above you. 

“To…ji?” Your voice is strained with exhaustion yet curious. 

The dark-haired man shushes you with his lips onto yours, moaning with you while his hands spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between. “Missed ya, mama,” his gruff voice so low that your stomach immediately flips at the erotical tone. 

“I missed you, too,” you admit in between smooches, and you melt when he cups your cheeks to keep your face with his. “Missed you so…Hmmm…”

More kisses have you relax, his scarred mouth trailing down to suck on the skin of your neck to listen to more of your sweet gasps. “Yeah? My baby missed me?” You chew your lips as he whispers in your ear, and your hips instinctively move at the motion of his hand, palming the groin of your shorts. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout me while I was gone? ‘Cuz I sure was.” 

“Yesss,” your answer slurred by the lick and kiss to your helix. “Yes, I ha—Aaah!”

His hand sneaks inside the hem of your shorts, not surprised to meet your bare cunt with his fingers. Your wetness instantly coats the rough pads of his fingertips as he nestles between your labia. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me so much that y’re all wet like this?” You can practically hear the grin uplifting the scar on his lips. “Hmm? Ya miss Daddy so much that you touch y’rself while I’m gone, huh?”

Your eyes are sewn shut at the sensation of your folds being fingered, and your lips ajar once Toji inserts his middle finger. Wiggling the digit around, scratching your walls with the blunt of his fingertips, it has you wail softly. “Yessss, missed you—Oooh! S..So much, Daddy…”

“Heh, dirty lil’ thing,” Toji’s finger goes faster, and the raven-haired man enjoying your shrieks gets a little louder, and your breath halts at his ring finger teasing your entrance. “Tell Daddy how much ya missed me.”

You arch your back at the insert of the other digit; your fatigue vanishes with every graze of the two fingers. “Haaah…Miss how you kiss me—Ahh!” He toys with your clit with the brush of his thumb. “H-How good you–Mmnn!–make me feel…” He kisses your forehead; the gentleness contrasting with the salacious squelches from your shorts causes a haze.

“Yeah? Ya like when I make ya feel good?” His fingers go faster, and the presses on your clitoris go frequently. “Just like?”

“Mmnoooh,” Toji kisses you again, this time more passionately with tongue exploring your mouth; you twitch around his digits as they curl and rub. “I…Love it!”

Toji chuckles. “That’s what I wanna hear, sweet thing,” and he removes his hand from your shorts to lick your fluids clean. “‘Cuz I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ you feel good on my way here.”

He discards your bottoms to the bedroom floor seconds before he unzips his pants and brings them down with his boxer briefs. Toji has his dick free for you to marvel at, the nether limb not yet fully erected, yet the quick pulse of it has your mouth water. He slaps the tip onto your leaky chasm; the sight makes your vagina throb. So much so that you clamp tighter as he pushes the soft tip into you. “Relax fr’ me, mama,” he coaxes you through, gradually pushing every inch of him inside. “Daddy’s gotcha, ‘kay?”

You howl inaudibly, furrowed brows as the base of his cock kisses your folds. And when he grinds his pelvis down? Jesus, you grip the sheets to serve as reins; contracts around his girth are inevitable. 

“Fuck,” he curses above you. “So warm and tight like always…”

When he begins to move, it’s at a slow pace. The feeling of his dick pushing into and pulling out of you so sensually is so erotic to your senses, especially witnessing the thing burrowing inside your warmth with your own eyes. Oh, my God, you can feel it getting stiffer, making your excitement dial-up.

The member goes firmer with every stroke, and every sensation differs from the last. His shaft stands solid inch by inch, your eyes shooting up as you become fuller by the second. One pull and push has you whimper. Another push and pull, and your toes curl at the stretch of him becoming greater. Another slow push, and you're calling for him with a shaky breath as the tip of his now solid limb lightly jabs your cervix. 

And Toji adores the view under his bow, your body reacting to his erect cock scraping your insides to the point of broken cries. “How ya feelin’, baby?” His sultry voice pulls you in as he increases the speed scarcely. 

“Daahh, s-so full,” the snicker to your ear makes you clamp on him harder. “So good…Nnoohh!! Daddy, st–Ooop! D-Don’t thrust so—” 

“Hmm? What’s up?” You don’t have to open your eyelids to see that the older man above you has a mischievous look after suddenly sneaking a quick rut to your entrance. “What; don’t like it when I go like…this?” Toji’s hips go erratically, the motion making it easy to rub on your inner walls and sweet spots to the point of shrilled shrieks leaving your lips. “Or…this?” He sluggishly pulls himself back where it’s only the tip of his shaft that’s nestled inside you, only for him to snap his hips back in a rushed second. It takes a moment for you to process and let out a scream as the cockhead pokes your delicate cervix with precision. 

Your hands frantically find his shoulders to grip his shirt, “Daddyyy, please, sl–Oooh–Slow down…! If you keep goin’, I’ll cu—….Mmmm!!” Your pleas don’t stop him; they fuel him to keep pounding into you. Balls deep for him to keep probing you with hits to the narrow end again, and your legs wrap around his waist without you thinking. How could you think? Your head kept pounding along with the climb of your orgasm, trembles climbing up your spine. 

“What’re ya holdin' it fr’, huh?” All it takes is Toji to bend to your ear once more, kissing your cheek as his pelvis slams into your aching slit. “Cum, mama. Lemme know how good y’re feelin’.” 

As if on command, your climax hits you hard, like a wave crashing down on your poor form, drowning your senses with euphoria like no other. Your cunt squeezes around Toji’s girth, your nerves spiking to a sensitive high that has you winded and cold for a moment. And the man above you hisses at the flutter of your walls; his rocking cadence slows down to relish the feeling.

You wail in ecstasy; a tiny sharp gasp leaves you from the gentle kiss he places on your forehead. 

“There ya go, sweetie,” he coos with a kiss to the chin before straightening himself. You observe him remove his shirt to dump it onto the floor, and your face becomes hotter when Toji ventures down, where his face gets closer to your wet entrance. “ All wet and ready fr’ me…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[pierregazly]

thinkin' bout you ꨄ lando norris

lando norris x reader

warnings: smut (18+ only), soft!dom lando, a little bit of degradation, lando is a tease [968 words]

request: 🌶 44. “I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.” Best friend Lando

note: loved this!! this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

The groans filled the silence in the room, his body pressed tight against yours, his lips peppering kisses up and down your neck. Your own sighs floating in conjunction with the noises emitting from his body, sweat dripping down your neck as you tilted your head back, desperate for the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin.

He knew the exact spots to kiss; the exact spots to scrap his teeth against, to drag his tongue across. One night together, and it felt like he knew your body like the back of his hand. The sighs and whimpers leaving your mouth just simply egged him on, encouraging him. In a sense, teaching him without words.

His grip on your hips never wavered, tightening with every press of his lower body against yours. The tent in his pants so evident, so apparent how you were making him feel, the way his inner conscious wanted you.

“God, the fucking things y’do to me,” he whispered, his teeth tugging at the lobe of your ear as he pulled away to look in your eyes.

His pupils were blown out, his lips red and angry, the small bite marks from your own teeth obvious and inflamed on his neck. Sweat gathered at the top of his forehead, his face flushed.

Lando Norris looked properly aroused. Like one touch of your hand, or your mouth, to the spot he was craving you so desperately; and he would blow. 

It made you want to push yourself closer to him, drop down to your knees and tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, beg him to give you what you’ve been yearning for all night long. But you couldn’t break, not that easily. 

You had told him more than once you weren’t here to sleep with him, weren’t here to give him what you knew he wanted. But he knew you like he knew himself, knew exactly what made you tick, knew exactly what would get you going, and keep you running.

His hand resumed its place on your waist, pulling you closer to his body, his lips hovering over yours. You could feel the puffs of breath leaving his mouth, the heat emitting from his body prompting a sweat to break out on your own.

“Y’know, I saw you naked once… and I can’t stop thinking about it,” the grip on your waist tightened, as his lips pressed up your cheek towards your ear.

“Every time I touch my cock, I think about how your pussy wrapped around it. Fuck, I think about those pretty lips of yours wrapped around it, the way you were practically begging for me to cum down your throat. Such a little slut then, weren’t you?”

You felt yourself practically melting at his words, your core pulsing as the pit in your stomach grew. The desire for him growing more and more with every word that dropped from his mouth. It was hard to deny that it wasn’t the same for you, he was all you could think about, all your body desired late at night when moans filtered into the air.

“Why haven’t y’got me naked yet then, Lan? Calling me all this dirty names, but can’t even get me ready, hm?” Taunting him, you waited for the inevitable reaction.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to spin you around, pressing the front of your body up against the wall, your back pressed harshly against his front. You could feel everything about him so much better at this angle, the hardened length still covered by his sweats pressed against your behind, prompting you to grind back into him.

“God, you’re just begging for me to bend you over, aren’t you? Begging for me to tug down these shorts and see how soaked you are, cause I know you’re just dripping for me. So dirty, darling.”

Shuddering at his words, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand when no witty response fell from your lips. 

“Y’gonna get naked for me now, pretty girl? Or do I have to do all the work around here?” He tugged on the bottom of your shirt, gesturing for you to lift your arms so he could remove the piece of clothing from your body.

With your back still pressed against his front, you felt your nipples harden from the cold air. Lando’s hands ghosting up your body until he had both in his palms, his fingers gently pinching and tugging at the pebbled buds. 

“Been thinking about these every night, my tongue swirling around them in my dreams has woken me up more nights than I care to admit,” he murmured in your ear, an extra pinch to one causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

“Bet if I stuck my hand inside these shorts of yours, m’fingers would come back soaked - wouldn’t they? Answer me,” he enunciated his demand with an extra pinch of his fingers, your back arching into him.

You reluctantly nodded your head, the need coursing through your body overpowering the stubbornness to keep him at bay.

“Use your words, baby,” his hand began to stroke down your stomach, thumbing at the waistband of your shorts before dipping inside.

“Please, Lan. I need you, so bad. I’m so wet for you.”

The words spurred him on, his hand pushing all the way inside your shorts, running a single digit through your wet heat. It didn’t stay there long, his hand leaving your shorts only seconds later, a whine falling from your lips as they did.

You turned to watch him bring the finger up to his lips, sucking off the wetness that coated them.

“Think it’s time for you to get on the bed, baby. I need to see you naked, now.”

this is like BARELY smut but it's still naughty!!! so it still counts!! hope y'all love it

[littleredwolf]

Sinful Sighs

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are like a couple of horny teenagers after completing a mission where feelings were revealed - continuation of ‘Hungry Eyes’.  

Warnings: 18+ content - MINORS DNI- blowjob, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, sex with protection, cursing - just pure smut for the sake of it. 

Words: 1,303

A/N: Okay so part 2 came along sooner than expected - I am a woman with needs and apparently writing saucy fanfiction is how I fulfil them these days! Please forgive any mistakes/cringe moments - this is my first time writing full on smut and boy, was it a struggle!

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READ PART ONE [HERE]

The Quinjet had barely touched the tarmac before you and Bucky were barreling down its ramp and making your way into the compound, hands entwined as you marched towards the living quarters. 

“For the love of God, turn off your comms before you get to your room!” Sam called after you, prompting you to rip out your earpieces and leave them on a side table as you passed through the lounge. 

You couldn’t unlock your door quick enough, and you squealed excitedly when Bucky playfully slapped your ass and shoved you through it once you’d finally got it open.

His mouth was on yours in seconds, hands on your waist as he guided you backwards. You dropped onto the edge of the bed when you felt the mattress pressing against the back of your knees, looking up at the super soldier through lust-filled eyes as you began to undo his belt. He caressed your cheek with his flesh hand, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips as he watched you, groaning when you opened your mouth and began to suck on it - a taster of what was to come. His vibranium hand came up to clasp your hair, making you gasp in delight as he gently pulled on it to make you look up at him. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his confession sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core. 

“I wish you’d told me sooner,” you purred as you finished unbuttoning his pants and began to remove them along with his underwear, licking your lips as your eyes settled on his throbbing erection. 

“And why’s that, doll?” He asked, indulging his curiosity. 

“So that I could have done this a long time ago,” you said, wrapping your hand around his cock and taking his full length into your mouth. 

Bucky inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on your hair, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated around his cock and caused him to buck his hips towards you. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you held steady and continued to work him into a frenzy, licking and sucking and drawing the most delicious sounds from him. 

He reluctantly pulled you away after a few minutes, and you whined at the loss of contact. 

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking off his shirt and watching you like a predator stalking its prey as you followed his instructions. He dropped to his knees once you were in position, and you sucked in a breath as he began a trail of kisses that started from the inside of your ankle and led up to your inner thigh. 

Lifting the skirt of your dress, he took a moment to admire your underwear before hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them down, tossing them aside and continuing his path of kisses. 

You whimpered as he reached your slick folds, and you felt him smile wickedly against them before sucking your clit into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair, nails raking along his scalp as you rolled your hips to meet him, soft moans passing your lips that spurred him on. 

Gripping your hip and holding you in place with his vibranium hand, Bucky added his flesh hand to the assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside while his thumb circled your clit alongside his tongue. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as his finger curled up and rubbed against your sweet spot, speeding up your impending orgasm. 

“That’s it, doll,” Bucky groaned, his breath ghosting over your pussy and adding to the sweet sensations. “Come for me.” 

It was all the encouragement you needed and within seconds your pussy was squeezing around his fingers, back arching as your moans filled the room. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised once you were finished, removing himself from between your legs and licking your juices from his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. “Sweet as a peach.” 

The lewd act made you bite your lip, and at Bucky’s command you moved up the bed to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. He kissed you deeply, needily, and you eagerly parted your lips for him when he teased them with that skillful tongue of his, drawing more moans from you as he trailed more sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck. Your hands returned to his hair as you thrust your hips up to meet his cock, aching to have him inside you. 

“Please, Buck. I need you,” you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. A look of uncertainty crossed his face as he hesitated a moment, and you didn’t need the ability to read minds to know what he was thinking. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, smiling reassuringly up at him as you ripped it open and reached down to roll it over his cock. He groaned at your touch, and when you were done he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“If you change your mind about this, let me know and I’ll stop,” he whispered, and you cupped his face to make him look at you. 

“Not gonna happen,” you replied. 

It was all the reassurance he needed, and with a searing kiss he lined himself up at your entrance and slid into you. You gasped as he slowly pushed himself all the way in, filling you completely, and he paused only a moment for you to get accustomed to the feeling before pulling away and repeating the motion. 

Your soft moans turned to heavy pants as Bucky began to move faster, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer with each thrust while his mouth set your skin ablaze with every kiss to your neck, face and chest. 

You squeaked in surprise when he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, hooking your legs over his shoulders so that he could go deeper, and waves of ecstasy rolled over you as he brought you to the brink over and over again, the room filling with your exclamations of pleasure and encouragement for him to keep going. 

You lost count of how many times you came while Bucky fucked you, your pussy squeezing his cock and drawing the most explicit sounds from him. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own release, and his cries of pleasure joined yours as you both climaxed for the last time.  

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out to dispose of the condom, but he was back by your side in a matter of seconds, pulling you into his tight embrace and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he planted soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. 

“I can’t believe we haven’t done that sooner,” he murmured, his breath against your ear giving you goosebumps. “You’re fucking amazing.” 

Your cheeks reddened and you laid your head on his chest to hide the fact. 

“Says you,” you scoffed, and now it was his turn to blush. “At least now we know, we can make up for lost time,” you mused, and he hummed in agreement, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your ear. 

“Well, the sooner we get started, the better,” he stated, and you lifted your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Really!? Already!?” 

“Perks of being a super soldier, doll,” he smirked, and you giggled as he nudged himself into you to show his returning hard on. 

“FRIDAY - add condoms to the shopping list,” you announced to the AI as you reached over and pulled another from the nightstand. You had a full box in there, but something told you they wouldn’t last long. 

[lvminy]

omg imagine nastily making out wth gojo …… just him in between ur legs and fucking ur mouth with his tongue, swallowing ur whines as he rubs his clothed crotch against urs, his hand squeezing ur boob (or nip) as the other strokes ur cheek cuz he’s cute too <3

⋆ mdni. ( fem!reader ) nonie my love this is one of the hottest asks I've ever gotten you have no idea omfg.

Gojo Satoru thinks you’re so cute, by the way you meekly stick out your tongue for him to rub his on top, the tip tracing patterns across your wet muscle just before plunging it inside, now caressing the inside of your mouth in soft, gentle strokes for you to moan in return. but gosh, if Satoru isn’t so cute as well, half lidded eyes and slightly glazed over, making soft whimpered sounds each time his hand cups your boob though the thin shirt you wore, prompting you to make more pretty sounds by the buck of his hips, keeping you still and obediently sat against the headboard while he squats before you, perfect and smoothly guiding his leaking covered cock against your core.

“you like it messy, dont’cha?” Satoru asks with a grin, noticing how drops of saliva have wet your shirt collar, although by the glazed over look you give him, he knows you’re feeling too good to coherently think. and his cock throbs at this, pinching your nipple and cupping your burning cheek, maintaining your eyes on his while wishing he could just pull your bottoms and pound into the hot wetness between your legs, but this will have to do for now, too horny to stop the grind of his hips against your cunt, knowing damn well he’s perfectly stimulating your clit by the broken mewls your lips let out, each one growing in intensity.

“you gonna cum baby?” he asks slightly teasingly, pushing back the fact that his cock throbs and threatens to explode right where it’s pressed against his boxers, the wet patch on the fabric just proving how turned on he is, luckily for Satoru, your eyes flutter cutely in pleasure, not even once looking down to notice how his arousal seeps out like a horny teenager.

his mouth is back on yours the moment your head nods, just barely visible, but enough for your boyfriend to pull your shorts down, leaving you in a pair of drenched panties as his bulge slots itself against your slit, thumbs on your clit and nipple respectively right before his mouth is back on yours, licking the webs of saliva that trailed down your lips, a broken moan making it’s way out of your chest at the multiple stimulation, so close to cumming against Satoru’s cock twitching right against your hole though the flimsy layers of fabric, it only takes two swipes of his thumb on your clit and a suck on your tongue for your eyes to cross and cum hard, merely seconds before your boyfriend’s cum drenched his boxers thoroughly, messily mixing with your own sticky underwear that had several webs of slick intimately connecting yours and his crotch.

[deadghosy]

Hello ! I wanted to ask if you can write a Hazbin Hotel x male!reader that is like a raccon please ?

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

(Unconnected, but I really love your writing. You have a real talent for this)

Sure lol! I also wanted to make them have the animal spirit of a raccoon so here you go! 🦆💗

HAZBIN HOTEL X RACCOON! READER

prompt: a ex-thief wants redemption to see his family

You stole shit..like lots of it to the point even your ex-teammates calls you a raccoon for your ability to steal like crazy. So when one of your teammates killed you because of they were jealous you got so much jewelry…. You fell into hell grumbling piss at seeing your ex teammate shoot you before you died.

You dusted off your outfit to fuckin' see you are a raccoon. (You can imagine reader to be a cubby raccoon or your body type 😘) but you gotta admit it fitted you as you looked to see an ad for a hotel that talks about redemption. You didn’t wanna stay in hell any longer as you smell the flames in your snout. So you go over to the hotel.

You stay at the hotel for months, getting the trust of the hotel staff as you live there. Charlie introduces herself in her dreams to you, making you feel at least as you should help her grow in her dreams of the hotel that she’s making out of this.

So you nod, accepting your be part of the exercises she does.

You either was given a red outfit just like Charlie and vaggie or just a black fit to match your mischievous personality. 

I can see reader literally just trying to wash their hand from the sink as Charlie pick them up and helps you wash your hands thinking you can’t change heights.

Lucifer picked you up because you’re the size of a raccoon so you kind of found it funny until you grow up in size as human size. Never in his life has Lucifer dropped a person so quick as you chuckled. 

“EW A RODENT” “EW A SHORT PERSON”

There was so much silence that the silence was loud as Lucifer gave you a “that’s not nice D:” face as you shrugged.

Raccoon! Reader and penguin! Reader would be cousins 😭

Like literally these two animal readers would be those cousins trying to get a sleepover by their moms.

Angel would probably set you up to steal from Valentino…I mean shit Italians stick together☝🏾

Niffty likes to groom you if you are in your raccoon size. Don’t run, you can’t out run Niffty and her cleaning tools ‼️

I can imagine you and sir Pentious being slight mutuals as you go through peoples trash bins and just collect metal for Pentious making Pentious give you something in return.

A cute headcannon is that you sometimes stick your tongue out when drinking something other than gulping it down.

Husk had gave you some water because you were dehydrated. And this man raised an eyebrow seeing you drink it like a cautious animal. Okay so maybe husk did pet you on your head as you were too busy drinking the water.

You are a slick bastard, you would literally pick pocket people without them even knowing it. Hell, you died with a talent because of this. But it’s sometimes hard to break bad habits.

I headcannon you bit a resident that tried to pickpocket off of you. You definitely gave them rabies with your sharp teeth as they started to spazz and pass out. Leaving you just standing there like. “Did I do that…😨”

I can see raccoon! Reader just being thrown by Angel when he wanted to catch some sinner who tried to take his drugs (pilot reference) and you got on the sinners head and fuck up their face🦆

It was definitely giving “PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!” 😭

Okay so I gotta admit…I headcannon raccoon! Reader to have dug in the trash bins only to get scolded by Charlie as you had a banana peel on your head

I can see raccoon reader also having the personality of rigby, but more of a mature side to it a little. If you know what character I’m talking about hit me up 😘😍

As much as you seem playful and dumb at time, you’re really smart when you wanna be smart. You literally outsmarted Alastor at chess once which made alastor’s eyes widen at you.

I deadass headcannon raccoon! Reader to have like some kinda of accent. Probably Italian, but make it heavy and attractive. 😭🦆

But like if raccoon reader is Italian imagine the secret talks you and Angel do away from the others 😭😭 just two Italian boys planning world domination

Alastor doesn’t have any options on you other than you just stealing his cane makes him pissed off.

You stole his cane for a talent show down stairs that Charlie made. You were doing comedy until this mf grabbed the scuff of your neck and forced you to give it back.😭

STOP CAUSE YOU PROBABLY GOT LOCKED IN A TRASH BIN ONCE AND IT TOOK THE WHOLE CREW TO FIND YOU IN 2 DAYS😭😭

“Ewww…welp found them Charlie!” Alastor said picking you up over his shoulder with a wide grin as he slides down the dump stash.

You are in charge of the lost and found section of the hotel as you just go in room and find shit. I mean you would love to keep them to yourself but Charlie and vaggie knew you would try to steal. So that’s why they made you in charge of lost and found.

You and Angel once went on a hot girl shopping spree..well actually Angel brought you along since you two bond very well. You two legit bought shades together while Angel dust went shopping with you behind him holding his bags.

I headcannon raccoon! Reader to have a locket of his mom in his pocket at all times because before going to bed they kiss the locket and wish their mom a good night.

Charlie learnt you liked being pet from your head to your back as it helps you sleep better. She squeaks at your rare cuteness as she hears you let out a few cute snores.

You stole from husk making him grumble looking for his wallet only to see you come back whistling holding a bunch of groceries.

“Let me guess, you stole my fuckin' wallet?” “Whattt me stole whooo?” You said with a smirk putting down the groceries for husk as he grumbles snatching his wallet from you.

Husk and you have a weird friendship dynamic. It’s like you two hate but like each other. So it’s basically frenemies

When the angel fell down and came to fight, what did you do? Bitch you stole their heaven bucks and dead angel’s weapons. If you can’t beat em, wait for them to die😍

Adam literally seen you stealing money from tel he angels and was going to kill you when he felt his pockets…HIS WALLET WAS GONE?! HOW TF DID YOU TAKE HIS WALLET?!

“THAT LITTLE THIEVING SHIT TOOK MY WALLET?!” “ BUT SIR! THAT IMPOSSIBLE?” “NO SHIT!” Adam retorts at lute as Adam grumbles seeing your figure run away

After Adam had died, you ran his pockets…😭 devious ass shit-

The hotel crew just gave you a shocked looked after you stole half of his possessions.

You and Angel dust literally just be chilling and mess with husk a lot 😭 so now husk got two Italians annoying him lmao

Sir Pentious doesn’t like you because of how you sometimes sneak into his room or lab and steal some of his stuff just so you can have a little stash of something to remember the good old days when you were alive.

Sooner or later, you had given Pentious his stuff back remembering your mom might be in heaven. You miss her cooking.

I imagine raccoon! Reader to be a mama’s boy🤨☝🏾

You’re so use to playing dead as a raccoon, as you literally played dead in front of husk and angel making them scared you actually died….yeah you told them it was a prank and they got mad to the point they locked you out of the hotel.

“GUYS! LET ME IN DAMNIT! IT WAS JUST A JOKE! FELLAS?!”

[tojisun]

“shopping for your brother?”

you trip at hearing the question, your lips parting in surprise as you whip to look at the clerk. she blinks at you amidst her own shock before turning her eyes down to your hands where a faux fatigued boonie dangled between your pinched fingers.

you watch as she glances back at you before shooting a look towards simon, having seen the two of you walk in together. he’s standing on the far side of the shop, attracting electric looks from everyone – you couldn’t even blame them because even your mouth is watering at the sight that he makes.

still, the insinuation that you couldn’t possibly be simon’s partner stung. forgotten insecurities are rising once again, rippling against the quiet elation that once filled you up.

“um,” you begin, clearing your throat at hearing your voice brokenly taper off. “it’s for, uh, my boyfriend.”

the clerk stares at you for a second before her cheeks fill up with red, the blush descending from her forehead to her neck.

“bloody hell,” she utters. “i’m so sorry.” she scurries away after that, disappearing into their storage room where you think she’s going to stay until you and simon leave.

and you’re willing to do just that. you drop the boonie and walk towards simon, trying to ignore the bitterness that is stinging in the back of your throat. simon uncrosses his arms – tattoos and muscles obscured by the expanse of paper bags that he insisted he pay and carry for you – and holds his hand out for you to take. you look at it, hesitating, before you shake your head and walk out on your own.

you can’t hear him follow you but you know he is there, quiet in his assessment of both the surroundings and of what happened to make you upset. you blink the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, trying to hide your distress as much as you can.

but it is futile because the next thing you know, simon’s pulling you away from the busy stretch of the mall and into an obscured exit point with dim lights and narrow halls. he drops the bags onto the floor before tugging on your wrists with firm gentleness.

“what happened?” his voice is gruff but worry is evident in his tone.

“it’s nothing,” you say, sniffing. “just tired.”

he hums, and you know that he doesn’t believe you. you sigh, turning away from him as you mutter, “i dunno why you like me.” you chew on your words, hoping he wouldn’t understand. but you feel him stiffen before you, his back tensing like he is preparing for a fight.

you know he is angry – not at you. never at you. and seeing his protective nature spark up just at the mere mention of your insecurity makes your lips wobble, your eyes blurring as tears pool once again.

you hear him let out a sharp curse before he’s pulling you in his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and engulfing you in his arms. he’s so big and all muscles, but he’s so, so warm. you nuzzle your cheek on his chest, letting out a content sigh when you feel his lips press on the top of your head.

“you know that i love you, don’t you, sweetheart?” simon asks, thinly-veiled desperation curling at his words.

you nod, shy all of sudden. he clicks his tongue.

“use y’r words, love.”

you peer up at him, your pouty lips quivering into a small smile at meeting his intense gaze, his beautiful eyes tracking the details of your face like he can’t get enough of you.

you see simon’s reverence and feel your heart melt.

“yeah,” you finally reply, swiping your tongue on your chapped lips and feeling your cheeks warm up at the way his eyes zeroed in on the action. “i know it well, si.”

he grunts before he is bending forward to press his lips over yours, your eyes fluttering close to savour the kiss. he is gentle as he guides you through it, prompting you to part your lips just enough for him to deepen the kiss – tongues swiping against each other and soft moans being engulfed by both of you.

you are panting by the time he pulls away, his eyes dilated in pleasure. you wonder if you look just as debauched, just as desperate for more.

“wanna take this somewhere else?” simon murmurs, just the sound of his grave voice already making you tremble.

you scramble to say yes, your words lilting together in your excitement. simon chuckles and presses a quick kiss on your lips before he’s picking up the shopping bags and herding the two of you out.

[finniestoncrane]

Big Iron

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 650 lmao no one is allowed to yell at me for the pun in the title (get it... cos blood tastes like iron??? PHEW) ANYWAY cooper howard eats people and enjoys the taste of blood so uh... eating someone out when they're on their period? winner winner delicious fuckin dinner for him, plus a healthy dose of romantic cannibalism🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of cannibalism, period sex, oral sex, drinking/tasting blood, blood play

Your fingers scratched at the thin mattress below you, catching on a spring that burst through the frayed fabric. Something to claw on to, to cling to, as your orgasm rolled over you, pulling back like the waves before a tsunami.

Sensing the imminent climax, Cooper cruelly pulled his head back from you, catching your eye as you looked down to see why he had stopped. With a wink, he dropped his tongue out past his chapped lips and ran it around his mouth. Wagging the long, pink muscle out, you could see the blood collected on it, smears of it still on his face.

"Why... why'd you stop?"

Panting. Pathetic. You were desperate for him to continue, to place his face flat against you, clit hooded by the cavity where his nose had been, tongue hungrily lapping at you. Even as you asked him, you could hear the whine in your voice. And his answer only made you tense up further.

"Because, darlin'... I like to savour my meals."

Why you had expected anything less was a mystery. Every month, right on schedule, your period arrived and Cooper went hysterical. Frenzied, like an animal in heat, as though he could smell the changes in your body. Blood lust driving him. He would claw at you any minute you were alone, tearing your clothes off to taste you, like he did now.

His fingers teased along your red, swollen lips, venturing into your cunt as you clenched around him, grateful for more of his touch. But it was over in a moment, as he withdrew his digits and held them out in front of him, admiring the way your blood, thick, dark and red, dripped slowly down them.

Placing them in his mouth, he sucked your juices off with a soft moan, eyelids closed to offer some sensory deprivation. All he wanted to experience was your taste. The metallic tang that coated his tastebuds, the smell of violence that filled the air.

Lowering his body, his knees scraping along the ground as he slid backwards through the dust on the ground, he rested his cheek against your leg before he began placing kisses on it. They trailed from the front, around to your inner thigh. Delicate, gentle, loving almost, before they turned to sharp bites. His yellowed teeth sinking into you with grunts and groans, either from arousal or from the sheer amount of concentration it took him to remember not to hurt you. Not too much anyway.

Between each nibble, each puncture of the top layer of skin with his surprisingly sharp teeth, he mumbled to you, low, rasping words that made you shudder, heating your cheeks and flushing your body.

“Why… I could just devour you whole… Make you a meal I’d never forget…”

Your lips curled into a smile at the thought. Cooper’s possessive nature only ever served to make you lust after him more. It consumed you, and you’d be content for him to consume you.

“Eat of your flesh… drink of your blood, that old chestnut…”

There was a soft scuffing sound which you identified as Cooper’s hips, grinding into the ground, desperate for the friction against his stiff cock as his tongue flitted back up your lips and pressed into your aching cunt one more. And still, he took breaks to speak to you between breathy, lustful moans.

“You taste… you taste as sweet as I remember honey being… you got the bite of a sour cherry… tender like the steaks they offered me at contract meetings… juicy… dripping… fresh kill…”

Your hand fell to the back of his head, keeping him buried between your legs, not quite strong enough to prevent him from stopping for just a few more words.

“I’m gonna eat you alive, darlin’…”

[revasserium]

A request for the prompt "Stolen kisses" + Zayne!! Thank you so much :D

also I love your writing SOO much <3

prompt list reqs are: temporarily closed

49. stolen kisses

zayne; 1,720 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, but still very saucy, zayne is hornee 24/7 and hes not afraid to show it

summary: 3 kisses, some stolen, others willingly given

a/n: i believe in my heart of hearts that zayne is barely keeping it together around the mc

one. After dinner, when the pair of you are cleaning up and your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you back into him as he presses a kiss to your neck before trailing his lips up to your cheek. Your laughter rings through the kitchen, folding around the pair of you like wings. His smile is soft, is radiant, is tender and absolute as he pulls back to regard you with his searching eyes.

“Good dinner?” he asks.

“The best,” you answer, grinning as you trail a finger along his jaw to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Good…” he breathes the word against your cheek, leaning in, the ends of his bangs tickling the skin of your face. You make to pull back, but his arms loop tighter around your waist, pressing you close, holding you against the solid cool of the marble countertop.

“But we haven’t yet had dessert.”

Heat flushes up your neck and up, up, up till you can feel your face burning, as you blink up at him from beneath your lashes, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t know we had dessert planned on the menu.”

His grin goes sideways, his eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous light.

“It’s not always planned but…” his voice trails off as a tingling shiver races up your spine, “It is always… considered.”

And then, he leans in to kiss you — and he kisses you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the scrumptious meal you’ve just shared and everything to do with the pulsing heat coalescing between your bodies as he lifts you up onto the counter.

He kisses you like he wants to ruin your mouth for all other tastes but him; he kisses you as if he’s already been ruined by the taste of you.

two. It is unprofessional; you know — and so does he — to do this here, with your back pressed against the wood of his office door, his white coat slipping off his shoulders, his glasses nearly knocked askance by the force of this kiss.

You’d always known that just beneath his smooth, tempered glass facade is the kind of roiling heat that makes up the heart of the earth, the kind of passion that licked at the mouths of volcanoes and rends the sky into nothing but a devastation of ashes.

But here, now, the only rending is his fingers pressing into the dip of your waist, the only devastation his tongue as it traces along the inside of your teeth. You hear yourself make a low, wanton noise and feel him react, his fingers tightening impossibly, his mouth ever and ever more demanding.

“Z-Zayne… we —” but the words die on your lips as he drops his to the bare skin of your neck. You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your mouth, nor the sudden flash of memory — crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from ice — of the night before, when he had sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder and twisted your hair with trembling fists. It had been pain and impossible, improbable passion. All urge and fire, desperation and need.

“Shhh…” Zayne murmurs against your skin, groaning softly as he finds your lips with his own again. And you are helpless all over again. Weak against the burning need of his embrace.

A soft knock shocks both of you from the frenzied passion soaking through your bones, threatening to blot out your good sense entirely. You pull apart, gasping. From the other side of the door comes the muffled voice of a nurse -

“Dr. Zayne? Your next patient is here. Shall I let him in?”

Zayne hisses out another breath before pulling away.

“Yes, just give me five minutes - finishing a report.”

You can't help the amused grin that tugs across your lips as the both of you make to tidy the slight mess you've made.

“So… I'm a report now, am I?”

But Zayne only regards you with a light, challenging look, quirking his brows.

“No.”

You blink, confused. Then Zayne smiles.

“We’re nowhere near finished.”

A fresh wave of heat crests up into your cheeks as you purse your lips, casting your eyes anywhere but Zayne's pleased face.

“Unprofessional,” you accuse, through the word lacks any vehemence, marred by the extensive blush still coloring your cheeks.

Zayne straightens his impeccably pressed white doctor's coat before taking three swift steps into your space, his chest nearly pushing against yours. He reaches out to tilt your chin up towards him and you feel a hitched breath caught like an insect in amber, suspended perfectly between your lungs and your throat.

Slowly, Zayne draws his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip. You feel his breath fanning across it like a wave of summer heat, found at the heart of winter itself.

“Only in front of you.”

He pulls away just as another gentle knock comes at the door, the nurse's voice announcing the arrival of Zayne's next patient. Zayne casts you one last lingering, meaningful look before gently nudging you aside to pull open the door, the vision of a young and promising doctor as he greets his patient with a small smile, the other hand guiding you towards the opened door.

"Don't forget to take your supplements,” he chides in a voice just gentle enough to inform polite company of his fondness for you, but nothing in it would hint at the indiscretions that had been committed only minutes prior.

"Okay,” you say, ducking your head as you brush by the middle- aged man blinking at the pair of you.

"And… see you at home.”

You only manage a nod and a squeak as the nurse chuckles behind her hand and the middle- aged man makes a soft noise of understanding.

three. You are both eighteen, and teetering on the edge of adulthood — though he’s already well on his way to stardom.

“Congrats — on the Starcatcher Award —“ you feel your throat catch around the words, and suddenly, your mouth is dry, your cheeks hot, your fingers twisting behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet.

Zayne watches you, his expression thoughtfully blank, but his eyes — they’ve always been his tell. You meet them and search them and feel the fire caught behind them. His Evol might be ice, but… his soul has always been something that burns.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can almost taste the unsaid words bubbling just at the back of his throat. You wish he would tell you, but there’s a depthless chasm cut into the air between the pair of you, rough and jagged and —

“Do you know what I received the award for?”

You blink, startled. You purse your lips, looking away. It’d been too painful, too much to look into it, the knowledge of his brilliance always nipping at your heels like an unruly dog. It had pushed you forward, yes, but only out of the fear that if you let up even one single step, he’d race too far ahead and… leave you behind.

“N-no — I haven’t —“

“For my research on congenital heart defects in infants.”

The world slows, tunnels, and tilts around you. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and there — you see it, the blistering heart of all his so-called fire — and you remember suddenly that if it’s cold enough, the body starts to process the sensation as heat. That ice and fire are not so different.

That ice can also burn.

You find your own hands clutched just above where your heart beats inside your chest and you see his eyes flicker down towards them.

“Zayne —“

“I start work at a clinic next week.”

A frown creases at your temple.

“Our first appointment is on Tuesday.”

Your frown deepens.

“What do you —“

“To qualify for the Hunter Program, you need a medical verification of fitness. And… a primary care physician.”

At these last words, his eyes finally cut away. And here, in the dying light of his brand new living room, the sunset turns his glasses opaque for just a second. You’re left blinking in the aftermath of that light, the afterimages will be stained behind your eyelids for hours after — just that look, the firm line of his shoulders, the determined set of his mouth, his jaw, the softness in his fingers as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the bend of your cheek.

“L-Lying on reports would be a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen,” you say, your voice shaking with either delirium or emotion, you’re not sure which.

Zayne quirks an eyebrow, “I have no plans on lying.”

“But —“ your fingers clench at your chest.

“I’m just… confident in my own skills, that’s all.”

The shadow of a grin twists his lips and he turns back to you, his eyes cast in threads of molten gold.

“Oh… of course,” you let out a soft breath of laughter, toppling back into the sofa and tossing your arm across your eyes. A moment later, you feel the cushions of the sofa sink beside you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You drop your arm and turn, your head still pillowed against the back of the sofa. Zayne’s gaze flickers over every aspect of your face before he reaches out to take your hand in his. Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to your knuckles, letting his lips linger there till you make a soft, questioning noise at the back of your throat.

He looks back up with a knowing smile.

“Shall we get something to eat?”

You jump to your feet, “Y-yes! My treat — a congratulations gift!”

Zayne considers for a moment before sighing, “Alright, but just this once.”

“What, we’re not allowed to go out to dinner now that you’re a certified doctor?”

Zayne’s mouth twitches with amusement as he reaches for his coat.

“No, we’ll still go out for dinner — you’re just no longer allowed to pay for them.”

[ghostaholics]

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader

➸ CHOKING: he doesn't squeeze that hard – just applies enough pressure the way you like it until that familiar glassy-eyed expression falls over your face, something lust-addled; he always uses his left arm, the one that's all tatted up, consists of intricate pieces he's collected over time until it's formed an elaborate black and white collage that’s inked into his skin – he enjoys seeing how you try to enclose two hands over the entirety of his muscled forearm but can't quite round off the circumference of it, not even trying to get him to pry his grip from your throat, but to keep him there and occasionally prompt him for a little bit more constriction if you need it (❝ Look so fuckin' good like this, don’t you love? ❞)

➸ FAVORITE POSITIONS: anything that can get him as deep inside you as possible, bottomed-out so that he can watch you take every thick inch of him which includes, but is not limited to

(1) mating press or any other variation of it – basically an aggressive 'missionary-style' that gives him the advantage of pile-driving into you, will try to ease your legs onto his shoulders for as long as you can handle it; also likes this because he can still see your eyes roll back in between thrusts when he just grinds into your cunt for a bit while he takes a break and plays with your clit (❝ Greedy cunt's just swallowin' me whole, innit? ❞)

(2) face-down, ass-up - has to pull on your hair a little so you bring your head up to make sure your mouth's not muffled by the pillow (he needs to hear each long, drawn-out moan he can get from you every time he brushes up against that special spot inside you); very primal and powerful, allows him the opportunity to see the arch of your back like this while he's gripping onto your hips for leverage but it's also just so fucking tight and deep (❝ You can take it all, can't you, sweetheart? Yeah, that's my girl. ❞)

➸ DIRTY TALK: typically more reserved in day-to-day conversation, had to work up to being vocal in the bedroom, which now consists of a diverse mixture of low groans, lots of swearing (fuck, shite, or whatever other word that accurately expresses everything he's feeling when he hasn't got a single coherent bloody thought at the moment), as well as any filth like

❝ Gotta stretch you out – work you open on my fingers… Y’know it’d be a shame to wreck this tight, little cunt before I’ve had my fill. ❞

❝ Can’t wait ‘til you milk every last drop of cum from my cock, love. ❞

❝ Where’d your manners go? Say ‘please.’ Let me hear you beg for it. ❞

❝ Christ, I’m gonna flood this fuckin’ cunt. ❞

❝ Do I look like I’m done? Lettin’ my cum leak out… I don’t think so sweetheart. Gotta fuck it back into you now. ❞

❝ Again – love, I'm not stopping until I get another one outta you. So be a good girl and fuckin' come for me. ❞

➸ SPITTING: has a few places he’s fond of; will lift up his mask just above his mouth in order to make it happen

(1) in your mouth, tongue held out in anticipation – he discovers that you’ve got a thing for spit play after a particularly hungry and feverish kiss that has him starving for you, swallowing down your moans, and when he pulls away there’s sort of a wet, glossy little sheen left behind on your lips that you run your tongue over; so, you ask him if he can spit in your mouth because you feel like you need more than just a kiss – he obliges because it reminds him of his cum on your tongue after he asks you where you want him to finish sometimes

(2) on your pussy – absolutely no valid reason for this other than the fact that he really likes rubbing his spit into your cunt and watching it mix with the slickness in between your legs just to make an even bigger mess than the one that’s already there

(3) in his hand, covering his palm – uses it to coat his cock with a few passes over the length of it with his fist, a few harsh tugs at his shaft and a smear of his precum at the head; doesn't really have to because you're wet enough (still wishes he had the opportunity to get you completely fucking soaked, except the circumstances won't allow it), but he's pressed for time, knows it won't be better than the natural lubrication of your own arousal and doesn't care too much since the idea of it makes him that much harder right before he slides on home into your cunt

➸ EATING YOU OUT: he loves it, needs it; heaven between your legs, groans whenever he gets a taste of you, can't resist grabbing handfuls of your ass to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth, tongue flattening and stroking and licking its way into your cunt as you rock down, hips rolling, squirming under the iron-clad grip he's got on your thighs – craves the hot slick rushing out of you, doesn't want to waste a single drop but can't control the way your orgasm liquefies into a sticky and clear wetness that paints his lips and his chin (❝ C’mere. Gonna have you make a mess on my face. ❞ )

➸ DACRYPHILIA: when you're wrought with overstimulation, so, so sensitive after he's ripped the first few orgasms from you – tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging, burning sensation growing in your throat as you try to tamp it down until the first wayward drops of brackish water escape, rolling over your cheeks unsolicited not because the sex hurt but because it was too good and you can't sort out the knotted tangle of emotions you harbor for simon; he asks in a rough and hoarse voice if you're okay, brushes the tears away in a questioning gesture with scarred knuckles until you admit exactly what the cause is, which elicits a deep moan from him signaling that he might just give you another reason to cry

➸ TEASING: rubs the head of his cock against the entrance of your awaiting cunt, back and forth, slowly, just so he can hear you whining impatiently for him to put it in because you hate the feeling of being empty; maybe you should ask nicely, try being polite – it might be the solution to putting an end to your misery

[earlgreyflowers]

59+Oscar. I was thinking they just had (vanilla) sex and as they’re lying in bed she says this and he’s immediately like, aight bet.

(Also this was the anon who sent in the 7 minutes in heaven one, thought I’d un anon myself, lol)

I am dropping everything to write this request immediately, you are an oscar piastri smut genius. I altered the prompt ever so slightly to match the reader's vibe but enjoy <3

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Your relationship with Oscar was relatively new, the two of you still getting to know each other's bodies. Oscar had always been quite a shy person, never really expressing much beyond a smile and a nod in interviews. With you he was different, soft and loving, very affectionate; something that translated into the bedroom. Hands held, missionary, forehead kisses - always very gentle.

Don't get it wrong, Oscar was a gentleman, always making sure you finished first, but there was only so much you could take before wanting to switch it up. Your head is currently lead on Oscar's hard chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply. "You okay baby? You've been quiet since we finished." He questions, stroking his thumb up and down your arm.

"'m just thinking." You mumble, tilting your head to look at him.

"What about?" He asks, slight concern etched onto his features. You sigh, sitting up, "Do you ever want to try something different?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow, lips jutting out in a pout, "Different?" He questions.

"Like, don't take it the wrong way, that sex was good, it was so good. But next time, could you maybe do it harder?" You murmur shyly, avoiding eye contact with the Australian.

"Harder?" He asks, curiosity taking over. He pulls you into him, now straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you harder?" He questions, voice dropping with lust, his lips skating over your pulse point. "Want me to hold you down and fuck you like a whore?" He whispers in your ear, capturing your earlobe between his teeth, making you whine.

Your legs squeeze around his hips, yours beginning to grind lightly as he lays kisses over your neck. His pillowy lips suck against your pulse point, tongue laving over the red mark he left behind. His bite is slightly harder than usual, causing your nails to dig in to the flesh of his shoulders. He moans against you at the sting, turning you around and bending you over.

“Still dripping from the last time we fucked and my girl is just aching for my cock isn’t she?” He teases, watching the way you clench around nothing. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them down to press against your g-spot. Your knees almost give out with the pleasure but he’s quick to remind you that this was what you wanted.

Oscar positions himself behind you before sliding his cock inside you, groaning at your tightness. You moan out at the feeling of being stuffed full, your head drooping. Oscar’s hand loops your hair into a ponytail around his fist, pulling your hair back before he slams himself in and out of you.

“My girl’s taking me so well ay, is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked so hard your pretty little ass turns red?” He asks, his free hand coming down to hit you. You scream out his name, your walls providing a vice-like grip.

“There we go, that’s it, such a good girl for me. If I’d known this was how you liked to be fucked I would’ve had you cock drunk like this much sooner. Would’ve had those beautiful eyes crying for my dick.” He groans, pulling your hair tighter as he fucks you harder, faster.

“Oh god Oscar, please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimper, your legs slowly sliding down the mattress until you’re practically led on your stomach.

“Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel how good I make my perfect girl feel. Come on baby.” Oscar begins guiding you to your orgasm, gentle kisses to your neck contrasting the brutal pace of his hips. He feels your walls tightening further, your back arching into him. The moan of his name you let out is enough to send him over the edge, his cum filling you up.

He slides his cock out of your pussy, spreading your legs to watch the way his cum leaks out. Two fingers find the apex of your thighs, swiping through the combination of your juices before running over your lips. You open your mouth, eagerly taking in his thick fingers and he smiles, eyes beaming.

A gentle kiss to the forehead and a whispered promise of a bath is all it takes for you to fall asleep happy, dreaming of the escapades you and Oscar can now enjoy.

[lancermylove]

What Gets Him Going? (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x gn!Reader

Warning: N.SFW

Prompt: What you do that he can't resist. Assume older (event TL) because some people can’t do math.

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Malleus

Anything you do with your lips. Touch them with your fingers, running your tongue along your lips, biting one corner, pressing them together often - just anything that draws his attention to your lips.

Wearing anything that is low cut. Being a giant, he can look down at your top, even though he tries not to. You can't blame him, can you? The dragon is head over heels for you.

Looking at him with a seductive gaze. His pants get tighter even before he actively registers your gaze.

If you really want to get to him, call him while you are pleasing yourself and moan his name. The prince will reach your room in a heartbeat.

Lastly, touch his horns, especially the area close to his head. His horns are far more sensitive than anyone realizes. Before you know it, he will have you pinned on the bed and claim you as his.

Leona

When you bend down and have your butt in the air. Leona can't resist himself. Wear something short and bend down, and Leona will take you right then and there.

Leona also can't resist when he sees you in revealing clothes. He has the urge to throw you on his bed and tear your clothes to shreds.

Slide your hand inside your underwear, get your fingers coated with your essence, and bring it to his nose. Leona will growl and devour you until you can't take it.

When you act or look at him submissively. The prince will have a hard time controlling his urges to take you right then and there, regardless of where you are.

Whispering seductive words in his ears. At times, he may pretend it is annoying, but one look at his pants and you will see how it affects him.

Azul

He is one of the easier ones to turn on. Do anything sexy, and Azul will be a blushing mess, even if he denies the effects you are having on him.

Say dirty or seductive words and Azul's pants will get tight enough for the zipper to nearly burst open.

Dress sexily or just stand naked, and Azul won't be able to resist his urge to lay you on his desk and make you moan his name.

Run your hand down his chest, abs, and over his pants, and you will have his undivided attention.

Get on your knees and kiss his tent, and Azul will be claiming your mouth like there is no tomorrow.

The octopus is too enamored with you and finds you irresistible, so anything and everything you do is like a charm spell to him.

Idia

It takes him a while to get warmed up to you, but once Idia is comfortable around you, he will quickly get aroused.

Cosplaying as video game characters, especially the ones he likes. Add a revealing outfit to the concoction, and Idia will be a blushing and drooling mess.

Lay on his bed, touch yourself, and moan his name. Even if he is in the middle of a daily or dungeon run, he will drop his controller and make his way to you.

Whisper sexily directly in his ear, shivers will run through his spine, and Idia's pants will tighten in no time.

Eating anything long and somewhat thick while making eye contact with him. Idia won't be able to meet your eyes, but he won't be able to ignore you either. Add in a little licking action, and he will be touching himself.

Riddle

Much like Azul, he is easy to turn on, but Riddle will try his best to fight his urges. He is a private man, so Riddle doesn't like it when you get cozy with him in public.

When you two are alone, though, Riddle will become a blushing mess even if you caress his cheek.

Speak seductive words, touch his arms or chest, kiss him anywhere but his lips, and stare at him sexy, and Riddle will melt into a puddle.

Kiss his lips, touch his thighs or manhood, lick him anywhere, dress sexily, or appear in front of him naked, and Riddle will be making love to you in no time.

While he enjoys seeing you masturbate, the quickest way to turn him on is by pulling his pants down and sucking him. Riddle can't get enough of the sight of your lips around his length.

Vil

He prefers keeping your intimate moments private, so don't try to get cozy with him in public. Vil will not like it in the slightest.

But you can tease him by 'harmlessly' caressing his arm or chest and giving him a seductive gaze. He won't do anything then, but once the two of you are alone, Vil will make you pay.

Sit on his lap and rub against his tent, and Vil won't be able to resist you.

Tease him. While Vil prefers to take things slow and be romantic, if you tease him enough, he will make you scream his name.

Lace or sheer lingerie. Anything revealing in lace gets him aroused, and add sheerness in there, and Vil will unwrap you like a present.

Brushing your lips against his neck and collarbones, Vil will get turned on, and he will be all yours for the rest of the day/night.

Kalim

Unfortunately, it takes a lot to get him going. Kalim will not register that you are trying to get him hard unless you are blatantly obvious. Like...

If you lay in bed naked, and as soon as he walks into the bedroom, you part your hole for him.

Or when he catches you pleasuring yourself and moaning his name.

Or when you guide his hand to your nether region and moan at the touch.

Or when you caress his tent through his pants, or the times when you are feeling adventurous and slide your hand inside his pants and stroke his length directly.

Kalim will be a puddle for you. Take the lead, and he will be a moaning mess in no time.

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